We all yearn for Irony,

The Irony they call love,

The path that’s old and dandy,

A gift from above.

The irony when you love,

And are not loved in return,

To feel the peace of a dove,

Feelings that make your heart churn.

Love is patient,

Love is kind,

Yet it also means,

Slowly loosing your mind!

It makes you blind,

And somewhat frail,

Yet opens your hearts eyes,

And will always prevail!

Love is a sea of questions,

With a simple answer,

At its fullest and multiplied,

With no banter.

God is love,

And love the same,

Understanding it might take for life,

But its all in one name!